Deja Vu, All Over Again

After my last adventure into the great jungle that IS my kitchen, I spent several hours on the net trying to reassure myself that I had done the right thing in releasing the little snake back into the wild. I was not overly comforted, since I really never found a pic that showed my little guy with the word “harmless” anywhere near it. Today, when Boo bounded out of the window and started making odd sounds, I looked out and saw another tiny little slithery. I was happy at first that the little refugee made it, but then a bit worried that I had been wrong about him. She was trying to catch him/her/it, and he was trying desperately to get away, all the while turning and striking to discourage her. I got dressed (you’re welcome, neighbor man) and went to the rescue.

The cats knew I was not happy. They scattered. They left a little too soon, though: I had no idea where the thing was when they ran. Turns out I was standing right on tp of it, and I scooped him up, got one last good look, and released him in the barn. It crossed my mind (ok, it never LEFT my mind) that I had just released my future gruesome murderer 2 feet from my lawn mower. Yay me.

Three hours later, I am fully confident that my baby (babies) are not king snakes, but black rat snakes. I am in possession of a good pic this time, and I will be able to sleep again at night. Plus? I learned a new word in my research: pugnacious. I really already knew it, but it’s not one of those words that just puts itself into a conversation on a regular basis. I could have used it to describe my principal last year. These little guys are pugnacious. Look it up. If I tell you, you won’t remember. For the record? it doesn’t mean “overly sociable.”

Heh.

As for the rest of my life, I am two projects away from finishing my first year at Auburn. My prophecy of incredible laziness is coming true, and I have to get dressed and drive somewhere to get any work done. Not a problem, apparently, if the assignment is identifying local flora and fauna or reading the comics, or chatting with Cyndi, or reading Mir or Shari. BUT, next week will be over soon enough, and then school starts, and I DON’T HAVE TO GO! But I ALSO WON’T HAVE A PAYCHECK soon.